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Study Session

"…gaily riding into sure death because they were-

"Ponyboy? Where in the world are you?"

-gallant," I finished reading impatiently and rolled my eyes. "I'm in here, Darry."

I heard loud footsteps and looked up to see my brother towering over me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm reading," I said in a tone to show how obvious the answer was. Is he surprised about this or something?

Darry seemed to notice what I was trying to show him in my voice and raised and eyebrow. "Ain't you supposed to be studying?"

I flipped my fingers through the soft pages of the book. "For what?"

"Well assumedly history since this note's been hanging on the fridge for two weeks." He handed me the white slip of paper.

"Study for history," it read and I sighed miserably. "Oh yeah, I forgot about this."

Darry looked at me questionably. "How did you for-? Nevermind, I know." He walked back into the kitchen, mumbling something about "movies and books."

I laid my head on the back of the couch miserably, dreading that I'd have to study for this stupid history test. For a second, I dazed off, peaceful and without a worry-

"Soda! C'mon we're gonna be late!" Darry half-screamed.

Me head shot up quickly, making the back of my neck burn. I sighed angrily and close my book. Soda, running downstairs, seemed to notice how annoyed I was with my head in my hands and mumbling irritably.

"What's wrong, Pone?" he said while pulling his DX shirt on recklessly.

"Stupid history test…on them Indians or something," I groaned.

"Oh shoot, I hated that chapter. Luckily, I left half way through it when I dropped out," Soda teased playfully.

I didn't smile when Soda joked about his dropping-out. It didn't seem to get to him that it bothered me. He was too carefree to care either.

"Alrighty, Ponyboy, me and Soda are goin' to work. You gonna be okay by yourself today?"

"Yeah, somebody'll stop by anyway," I shrugged, a little worried that somebody would.

Darry and Sodapop started off in our Ford and after hearing a crash and Darry yelling at Soda to quit running over the trash cans, I figured that Soda ought to have a professional help him drive.

"Well, I better start studyin'," I sighed, feeling helpless, when somebody burst through the door. "Anybody home?"

"I'm in the kitchen," I called, but I didn't bother to tell them to not slam the door, because nobody ever listens to me.

Two-Bit strolled in to see me doing my homework.

"Whatcha doin' kid?" he said, ruffling my hair. I smoothed it out impatiently.

"I'm studyin'," I replied, but rolled my eyes at Two-Bit's confused expression. "Its reviewing for a test…so you do good. You oughtta try. It'll help you get out of senior year," I mumbled the last part unenthusiastically.

"Well, I ain't got nothin' better to do. How 'bout I help you?" Two-Bit's smile was a mile-long, while I grimaced.

"You really don't have to-"

"No, I insist," Two-Bit interrupted, trying to sound charming.

Two-Bit snatched my history book. "'Western Crossroads'," he said, reading the title.

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